I’m still breathing. Promise. And I AM being somewhat productive. Revisions. New words. I’m pretty much back in the swing of things. Except for social media. I don’t know why I have such a hang up about social media at the moment. It’s silly. I know it is. But it’s like my phone phobia. I HATE calling on the phone. It started when I was a kid. My mother would tell me to call the Palace Theatre (the local movie theatre) to find out when the movie was showing. How hard is that? I mean, really!?!?! But it was sooo hard. This is why I’m not in sales. Cold calls give me panic attacks. Seriously. I can talk to anyone face-to-face but anonymously? Go figure. Anyway, speaking of living and childhood, the Universe comes to the resuce once again…
Remember when it was really fun, Silver, to catch raindrops on your tongue, walk under archways because they were there, and roll around in the sand at the beach? To go all the way to the store for a tiny treat, lie on the grass looking for “God” in the clouds, and make scary monster faces in the mirror? To watch the stars because they were winking at you, count the flowers in the garden by the door, and put Cocoa Puffs up your nose?
Well, Silver, I’m happy to inform you, most of it still is.
Whoohoooo, Silver, you’re alive!
There are days when I wonder if I am because it often feels like I’m just drifting through. And then I get caught in the rain. And find an archway to duck under. I’d rather roll in the grass and if I’m going to the store, it’s for a BIG treat–like ice cream. Or a Starbucks. 😉 And yes, I find things in the clouds and make scary monster faces at Stormy. I watch the stars every night when I go out with Boone before bedtime, and I love the flowers in the garden, even if I don’t have much of a green thumb. And I can unequivocally say that I have NEVER stuffed Cocoa Puffs up my nose. It was Fruit Loops. So, yeah. I AM alive and lemme tell ya, it sure beats the alternative. What about y’all?